The Spirit of the Age, Or, Contemporary Portraits, Том 1H. Colburn, 1825 - 408 стор. |
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... interest to reform , and they will reform and lead honest lives ; according to Mr. Bentham . He says , " All men act from calculation , even madmen reason . " And , in our opinion , he might as well carry this maxim to Bedlam or St ...
... interest to reform , and they will reform and lead honest lives ; according to Mr. Bentham . He says , " All men act from calculation , even madmen reason . " And , in our opinion , he might as well carry this maxim to Bedlam or St ...
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... interest ; he says he does not care about his interest , or the world and he differ on that particular . But there is one point on which he must agree with them , namely , what they think of his conduct , and that is the only hold you ...
... interest ; he says he does not care about his interest , or the world and he differ on that particular . But there is one point on which he must agree with them , namely , what they think of his conduct , and that is the only hold you ...
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... interest ! Every man ( it was proposed- " so ran the tenour of the bond " ) was to be a Regulus , a Codrus , a Cato , or a Brutus every woman a Mother of the Gracchi . 66 It was well said , And ' tis a kind of good deed to say well ...
... interest ! Every man ( it was proposed- " so ran the tenour of the bond " ) was to be a Regulus , a Codrus , a Cato , or a Brutus every woman a Mother of the Gracchi . 66 It was well said , And ' tis a kind of good deed to say well ...
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... interests and ideas . Or in the words of a contemporary writer , " Reason is the queen of the moral world , the soul of the universe , the lamp of human life , the pillar of society , the foundation of law , the beacon of nations , the ...
... interests and ideas . Or in the words of a contemporary writer , " Reason is the queen of the moral world , the soul of the universe , the lamp of human life , the pillar of society , the foundation of law , the beacon of nations , the ...
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... interest , of which his mingled virtues and vices have rendered him the object . We conceive no one ever began Caleb Williams that did not read * Mr. Fuseli used to object to this striking delineation a want of historical correctness ...
... interest , of which his mingled virtues and vices have rendered him the object . We conceive no one ever began Caleb Williams that did not read * Mr. Fuseli used to object to this striking delineation a want of historical correctness ...
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Сторінка 339 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few, few, shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Сторінка 143 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Сторінка 58 - That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct As water is in water.
Сторінка 374 - High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded of things past, And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.
Сторінка 238 - Out went the taper as she hurried in ; Its little smoke, in pallid moonshine, died: She closed the door, she panted, all akin To spirits of the air, and visions wide : No uttered syllable, or, woe betide...
Сторінка 338 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Сторінка 70 - Diminished shrunk from the more withering scene ! Ah Bard tremendous in sublimity ! Could I behold thee in thy loftier mood Wandering at eve with finely frenzied eye Beneath some vast old tempest-swinging wood ! Awhile with mute awe gazing I would brood : Then weep aloud in a wild ecstasy ! LINES COMPOSED WHILE CLIMBING THE LEFT ASCENT OF BROCKLEY COOMB, SOMERSETSHIRE, MAY, 1795.
Сторінка 358 - Now upon Syria's land of roses Softly the light of eve reposes, And like a glory the broad sun Hangs over sainted Lebanon, Whose head in wintry grandeur towers And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer in a vale of flowers Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
Сторінка 238 - Anon his heart revives : her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant bodice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees: Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Сторінка 145 - Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he?